Chapter 7.

Blair's POV.

"Madam?" The sales attendant called, getting my attention. I really need to stop being lost in thoughts everytime.

"Sorry." I said and handed her my card to pay for the items I bought.

While shopping yesterday, I completely forgot the toiletries and that's why I'm back here again at the mall.

"Here you go, ma'am." She said and returned my card and I left with the items.

While making my way to the road to get a cab, I began thinking again. Earlier while I was shopping, mom called me and begged me to come home. I told her I'll come home only if Ivan wants me to. We spoke for a while and the call ended then I was surprised to see Ivan's missed call. Looks like he called while I was on the call with mom. But why did he call me? Ivan never calls me first. Maybe he dialed my number by mistake, or he called to give me the divorce papers. My phone beeped and I took it out and it turned out it was a spam message that came in. While deleting it, I bumped into something hard, probably a pole and I held my head in pain as I sat on the ground and closed my eyes.

"Are you alright?" I heard a masculine voice and I slowly opened my eyes to meet, oh no, David Patrick, squatting in front of me with worried eyes and his hand stretched to me.

David Patrick is a very famous Movie Director. Any movie he directs is surely a hit. He acts too, but rarely. And even if he does, he only acts cameos in few movies.

"Are you alright?" He asked again and I nodded because apparently my mouth refused to vomit any word.

I tried standing up on my own and he assisted me.

"I'm so sorry. I was in a hurry and didn't watch well." He said apologetically.

"No, I'm sorry. I also wasn't watching." I said.

"No, I'm more sorry." He said.

"Nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan of yours." I said and he smiled.

"Thank you." He replied.

Gosh! This guy is handsome. He's tall, the same height as Ivan, the same body build as Ivan. He has caramel skin, brown eyes and brown hair. But he didn't hold a candle to Ivan and I smiled at that thought. Although he's very bad to me, I don't just know why my stupid heart can't stop loving him.

"Won't you ask for my autograph?" David rang me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I said.

"A lot of people often ask for my autograph when they meet me but you aren't asking for it, and you even said you're my fan." He said.

"I'd love to, but I don't have any reasonable thing with me to collect your autograph." I smiled awkwardly.

"That's not a problem." He said and put his hand in his pocket and brought a handkerchief and handed it over to me.

"No, I can't take it. It's too much." I said, waving my hands in negation.

He held my hand and put the handkerchief in it. "If you don't want this as an autograph, then consider it as my apology for bumping into you." He said, rendering me speechless.

"Thank you and goodbye." He smiled and ran off.

"Are all celebrities this nice?" I thought and boarded a cab home.

I got home and smiled at the new precious item I've got, the handkerchief. I put it carefully among my valuable collections. Looks like forgetting to buy toiletries yesterday was a good thing. If only this was Ivan's handkerchief instead. No, I'm not gonna think about him now. I took a drink from my fridge and turned on the TV and Ivan's face was the first thing that popped up on the screen. It's one of his movies being showed. With frustration, I logged into Twitter and it's him everywhere again. Why does everything want me to think of him?

With a sigh, I decided to go with the flow and sticked to his movie instead.

"Ding Dong!" I heard the sound of my doorbell and I went to get it. I opened the door to meet Dan and that was when I realized that it was night already. I didn't open my curtains so I wouldn't know, and I've been watching movies all through.

"Hi, Mrs Blake." Dan greeted.

"Hi, Dan. Please come in." I replied and he came in.

"How was your day?" He asked, settling on my sofa.

"It was fine. How was yours?" I said.

"Apart from the fact that your husband is a handful, it was fine." He replied and I smiled.

"Have you had dinner, Mrs Blake?" He asked.

"No, I've not. Please call me Blair." I replied.

"Okay, how about 'B' for a short form?" He said and it made me pause what I was doing.

"No, only one person calls me that." I replied and his mouth formed an "oh".

"Let's have dinner." He said and set the food he came with on my table. We dug in while watching the TV.

"Blair, did you perhaps go somewhere today?" He asked out of the blue and I don't know why.

"Yes, I went to get toiletries. I forgot to get them yesterday while shopping. Did you come to look for me earlier today?" I said.

"Sort of." He replied.

"I don't know what happened between you and your husband and I won't ask. I know that rascal can be very annoying, but he's not a bad person. If there's any way, he has wronged you, please forgive him and let go." He said.

"Thank you." I smiled.

Dan is a very good friend, Ivan is lucky. I wish I have a friend too.

We discussed other casual things and after a long time, he was ready to go home.

"It was nice spending time with you, Blair." He smiled.

"Thanks for coming." I replied with a smile as we walked to the door. We both said goodnight to each other and he left.

I took a bath, changed into my nightwear and took my pills so that I don't forget and end up going through another ordeal tonight again. I laid in bed to sleep, trying hard as possible not to think of Ivan.

Ivan's POV.

I arrived home in my bedroom and sighed. If B was here, she'd be running to me right now to take my jacket and briefcase. I dropped my briefcase and took off my jacket and went into the bathroom. I came out shortly, already dressed in my pyjamas and I recalled how she'd nag at me for not coming home. I looked around the room and there was no sign of her. Walking to her dressing table which never had much things on it because she isn't the fancy type, now there was nothing on it. As I turned to walk back to bed, my eyes caught sight of a hairpin on the table. I picked it up and unawares to me I smiled. Looks like, you aren't completely gone, B. The beep sound of my phone rang me out. Checking it out it was a text from Danielle, "are you alright, hon?"

I angrily flung my phone on the bed and dropped the hairpin back on the table and walked out of the bedroom.

Entering into my study, I sunk in my chair, trying to get a hang of myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why have I been in a terrible mood? Why the fuck was I thinking of B? I've got the thing I wanted most, to be free from this damned marriage, so what the hell is my problem?